Page 4 of Bad Man

She arches up into my contact, kissing me and pressing her breasts against my chest. My cock throbs with need for her, but my brain screams at me to take care of this beautiful girl. I need to taste her, need to make her cum on my tongue with my name falling from her lips.

Without breaking the kiss, I slip my fingers into the waistband of her leggings. Ella makes a noise in the back of her throat before lifting her hips, clear permission for me to do what I want. Smirking into the kiss, I pull her leggings off, taking her panties with them.

After tossing the garments to the side, I pull away from her mouth reluctantly. The way she chases after me, leans up off of the bed in an attempt to prolong the kiss, makes me ache and I feel another glob of precum wet the front of my boxers. As I move down her body, I palm myself to get a little bit of relief.

This part of her body is just as perfect as the rest of her. Her folds glisten in the low light of her bedroom. She’s so wet for me, just as revved up as I am. God, seeing the evidence that she wants me just as much as I want her is enough to make me groan.

“What– what are you doing?” she asks, sounding fucked out even though I haven’t done anything more than kiss her yet.

“I told you I was going to kiss this perfect pussy, didn’t I?” I reply, spreading her legs and maintaining eye contact as I kiss my way up her thighs. “That’s what I’m going to do.”

Ella’s entire body reacts to my words, shuddering in anticipation. Under my gaze, she grows even wetter. My mouth waters, needing to taste her from the source.

As I kiss a trail up her inner thighs, she pants, her breathing labored. Above me, she’s the picture of eroticism. Both of her hands are fisted in the sheets, and she’s watching me through half-lidded eyes. The thick, heavy shirt she’s still wearing is rucked up, exposing the bottom half of her stomach. All at once, I need to see all of her.

“Take your shirt off,” I practically growl.

My words spur her into action. With shaking hands, she grips the hem and sits up. Then, she yanks it over her head and tosses it to the side, revealing a perfect set of tits.

“Fuck, baby,” I groan, nipping at her sensitive skin. “You weren’t wearing a bra?”

“I didn’t think I needed one,” she replies, sounding shy all of a sudden as she lies back down. “I was just at home, and I didn’t think–”

“You’re perfect,” I say, cutting her explanation off. “That’s so fucking hot, just sitting around with your tits loose under your shirt. I don’t ever want you to wear a bra around me.” My hands slide up her abdomen, stopping at her breasts, cupping them in my big palms – a perfect fit. “I want to be able to reach under your shirt whenever I want to feel these. Understand?”

“Yes,” she breathes, arching up into my touch, whimpering when I take her pebbled nipples between my fingers. “I understand.”

“Good girl,” I praise before removing my hands and shifting them to her hips, gripping her hard and pulling her toward my mouth.

I’ve waited long enough. If I don’t taste Ella soon, I might die.

At the first slide of my tongue through her folds, she cries out. One of her hands leaves the bedspread and buries itself in my hair. Almost without thought, she grinds against my tongue. I smirk against her sex – I’m just getting started.

Ella tastes just as good as I imagined she would. She’s sweet, a flavor that reminds me a little of peaches with a tang that’s uniquely her. Already, I’m addicted. I’m never going to get enough of this. She’s my drug that I’m going to spend my entire life chasing.

Not that I’m going to let her get away.

I suck at her body, letting my tongue teasingly breach her opening. She squirms, making a pathetic, desperate noise. My name falls from her lips as she babbles mindlessly, unable to put coherent words to the pleasure she’s experiencing.

When I finally close my lips around her clit, flicking my tongue over the numb of nerves, she screams. The sound is sweet, even sweeter than her juices in my mouth. I need to pull more of them out of her. I need to inject them into my veins like they’re my lifeblood.

Bringing two fingers up to her opening, I press them inside. There isn’t any resistance despite how tight she is. She’s so wet that she opens right up to me.

“Michael,” she whimpers, her fingers tightening in my hair.

I can feel her pussy contracting around my digits, and I know that her orgasm is imminent. I just keep doing what I’m doing, focusing on giving her as much pleasure as I can, ignoring how hard the sound of her pleasured cries makes me. Then, I hook my fingers upward, and I know I’ve hit her g-spot.

Ella screams my name, her entire body shaking with the force of her orgasm. I work her through it, groaning at the way her pussy clenches around my fingers. I don’t pull away until the hand she’s tangled in my hair goes limp.

“Wow,” she breathes, looking up at me with huge, innocent eyes. “Nothing’s ever felt that good before.”

“I promise, there’s a whole world of pleasure I’m going to show you,” I tell her, adjusting my cock in my jeans.

“I can… Do you…” she stutters, gesturing at the bulge in my pants. “I could try to–”

“It’s okay,” I say, even though my entire body is screaming for her, to plow deep inside of her, to shoot my seed into her fertile womb. She isn’t ready for that yet. “You can help me take care of it next time.”

“Okay,” she says with a satiated grin.

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